Chapter 4
Chapter 4
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: My Slave (1)
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Gulp, gulp.
"Haa."
Late lunch.
Park Won-jun, who had overslept, pulled a bottle of water from the fridge right after waking up and chugged it down.
The water tasted oddly sweet.
And a smile crept across his face unbidden.
Because yesterday's events were still vividly fresh in his mind.
He'd fucked Park Min-ju, the girl he'd been craving, and finally escaped virginity.
Twenty-three years in Korean age, plus thirty years in the murim world after possessing that body.
He had finally stepped into a world he hadn't tasted in so long.
Ah, it felt this good.
Better than he'd even imagined.
Not about passing on genes, just pure pleasure.
What Won-jun felt wasn't mere stimulation of erogenous zones—it was how it all made a person feel truly alive with joy.
"..."
Won-jun pulled out his phone and played a video.
"Don't film! Delete it!"
"What are you talking about? This is your life shot, Park Min-ju."
"Sob sob sob sob."
The scene captured on video.
Park Min-ju, dazed and lost, with his semen dripping from her pussy.
Spotting the camera, she tried to cover her face in resistance.
Realizing it was futile, she burst into tears.
"Driving me crazy."
Won-jun felt himself getting hard again.
Yes, a woman's reaction. That was the core of sex.
On top of that, conquering the girl he'd always wanted. Doing it semi-forcibly. Her having a boyfriend.
Each of these elements made sex thrilling.
Won-jun thought to himself.
More, more, more—he wanted to taste it again.
How happy would he be if he could savor this pleasure every day?
He had power.
The most important job in this world was Hunter.
Hunters who saved humanity from crisis were the most vital existence here.
Without them, tower collapses would wreak nuclear-level devastation.
The money earned as a Hunter, plus all the extra perks.
If he used it all to conquer women? How amazing would that be?
Gulp, gulp.
Won-jun chugged more water.
His heart raced at the possibilities he could create ahead, refusing to calm.
"Calm down, calm down."
But he had to settle somehow.
Only with a clear head could he see the future sharply.
Won-jun sat on the floor and crossed his legs in meditation.
He didn't know exactly what floor his level corresponded to in the tower.
If he couldn't gauge it, then training was the answer.
Evening.
Won-jun, who had been circulating his breathing technique, opened his eyes.
Twenty-four hours had passed since his last tower climb, so he checked his status window right away.
'Enter tower.'
'Enter 3rd floor.'
What was there to hesitate about?
Won-jun immediately entered the 3rd floor of the Black Tower in Seoul.
"..."
Stronger than yesterday, Won-jun strode forward.
All he had to do was head to the boss room, wiping out anything that lunged at him along the way.
"Grrr."
One by one, Gray Wolves emerged, baring their fangs in threat.
Won-jun had never seen a wolf in person.
But he could tell at a glance they were far larger than wolves from the human world.
'Of course.'
He'd lived thirty years in murim, slaying all sorts of grotesque and vicious foes.
They made mountain tigers or bears look tame.
Thanks to that experience, Won-jun felt no fear toward these monsters.
But what about regular Hunters?
Even if they had the power to fight monsters, normal for them to freeze when those wolf monsters drooled and growled menacingly.
Humans had an innate fear response to beastly sounds.
That was one reason many skilled Hunters avoided the tower.
"Hahaha."
But not for Won-jun.
These monsters were the foundation for fulfilling his desires.
The more he saw them, the cuter they seemed.
"Shall I try this one this time?"
Won-jun gathered his internal energy.
He had the North Sea Ice Palace's unique martial art, earned by saving the palace lord's daughter.
Ice White Divine Art.
Unlike Blazing Flame Divine Art, it wielded extreme yin ice energy.
Won-jun kept walking toward the boss room. The moment the wolves prepared to pounce together.
"One Realm of Ice and Snow."
Won-jun slammed his palm to the ground and shouted.
Crackle-crack!
The ground froze over.
And the wolves began to freeze solid one after another.
The system notified him that the frozen wolves had died.
Obviously—their hearts were frozen solid inside.
Before he knew it, ice sculptures of wolf corpses surrounded Won-jun.
"Gotta watch my shoes on days I use ice arts."
Won-jun arrived at the boss room.
The floor was too slippery.
He opened the boss room door.
"..."
Won-jun kept walking.
No threats whatsoever.
"Grrrrowl!"
The boss, Chief Gray Wolf, appeared.
Larger than the twenty frozen gray wolves, with fiercer eyes.
Most people would quake just seeing those eyes.
"One Realm of Ice and Snow shines against groups, but even so."
Won-jun found it annoying to switch arts for a mere boss.
As he scratched his head, the boss charged.
"Ice Flower Divine Palm."
Won-jun thrust out his right palm.
Krak-krak!
The Chief Gray Wolf, baring its teeth arrogantly to devour him.
But like a work of art, it froze solid mid-lunge, jaws wide.
Clear complete.
As expected, S-rank netted double rewards.
"Six of them."
Six Mana Crystals dropped to the ground.
Equivalent to 600,000 won.
By breezing through the 3rd floor daily, Won-jun had become a man earning 600,000 won a day before taxes.
Won-jun stored the Mana Crystals in his inventory.
Time to head home.
The return system from the entry point always amazed him, no matter how many times.
"..."
Just before returning.
Won-jun assumed a stance.
Bam!
He kicked the frozen Chief Gray Wolf's head.
The ice on its head shattered, and its skull exploded.
From afar, he might pass for a kid vandalizing a sculpture.
"Deposits may take 1-2 business days."
"Thank you."
Won-jun headed straight to the Hunter Management Center after returning from the tower.
He planned to exchange the ten Mana Crystals from yesterday and today.
He'd meant to batch them weekly to save trips, but this was a celebration of his new 1 million won income.
Next time, maybe collect a hundred—10 million won worth?
"At this rate, I'll be rich in no time."
Over a month left until school resumed.
Already high income, and climbing daily?
By March, he couldn't even fathom his wealth.
"Gotta eat and head to work."
Whistling, Won-jun boarded the bus.
He wanted to upgrade from his cramped studio, buy nice clothes, a car.
That'd help snag women.
Won-jun had no real greed for food, clothing, or shelter—only women.
"Hey."
"Won-jun, come on in."
Hongdae large izakaya where he part-timed.
Manager Kim Jun-ho greeted him warmly on arrival.
Diligent, passionate worker, quitting soon anyway.
No reason not to treat him well.
"Won-jun, Min-ju's feeling really under the weather?"
"Pardon?"
"She called in sick today—said she's too ill to come."
"Oh, really?"
Won-jun got the update on Park Min-ju he'd been curious about.
'Not actually sick, probably.'
Mental shock? Something like that?
Shame he couldn't meet and talk in person.
'In that case.'
Changing clothes, Won-jun fiddled with his phone.
[Me: Reply if you see this.]
He sent it straight to Park Min-ju.
"Be right back—bathroom."
"Sure!"
A bit later, excusing himself, Won-jun headed to the restroom.
Part-time pay was chump change compared to tower runs.
But until his last day, Won-jun worked diligently.
He poured effort into anything he did.
Checking his phone.
"..."
[Park Min-ju: Please delete it. I won't say anything if you do. I did what you wanted.]
Reply came.
"Is she an idiot?"
He muttered in the bathroom.
If he'd planned to delete and let go, he wouldn't have started.
And "did what you wanted"? Just one fuck?
Even the world's worst girl giving it once?
Seeing it this way, Won-jun figured Park Min-ju really was a bad girl.
"Ah, fuck, turning me on again."
Anyway, her begging to delete got him excited anew.
He wanted to hear it in person, not via text.
Couldn't wait to see Park Min-ju ASAP.
Was this what they called pussy-whipped?
[Me: Nothing tomorrow afternoon? Stand by.]
Won-jun decided to meet Park Min-ju tomorrow after waking.
Really wanted to go right after work, but unlike yesterday, clocking out on time would make it too late.
Even with blackmail and rape, manners mattered. Making her wait that long was rude.
Slide.
Door opening.
Park Won-jun grinned immediately.
"You found it alright?"
"..."
Next day, afternoon.
Won-jun had summoned Park Min-ju to a nearby hotel.
Twin room, booked under her name.
Like she was his girlfriend or something.
Park Min-ju entered, bundled in a puffer jacket against the cold.
"Sit."
Won-jun said leisurely from the bed.
Min-ju shed her outer coat. Mask on, hoodie.
Typical lazy-outing girl fit.
Looked ready for the corner store, not friends or boyfriend.
"What the hell are you thinking?"
"Huh?"
"I told you to delete it. Why call me here?"
Park Min-ju eyed him.
Snappy tone.
Mask looked big on her small face, but her eyes were sharp.
"..."
Won-jun barely heard her.
'What a shame.'
Park Min-ju usually rocked heavy makeup and stylish clothes—this sloppy look irked him.
Still, pretty girl barefaced wouldn't turn ugly.
"Mind taking off the mask first?"
"Eek!"
Won-jun reached out.
Min-ju recoiled in resistance, but it just seemed cute.
"You're pretty even without makeup."
Won-jun stroked her hair as he said it. Not full glam, but her bare face had its charm.
"Why'd you call me..."
Feeling a twinge of fear at his casual petting, her voice softened.
"To fuck."
"What?"
"Why else? Felt bad about the bathroom last time, so hotel this round. You took a cab like I said? Send your account—I'll Kakao the fare."
"You psycho."
Min-ju spat curses at his call-girl tone.
"Cute."
"H-Hey!"
"Open up."
Smack.
Won-jun kissed her right away. She resisted, but futile.
"I said open."
He pinned her down, pressing for the kiss.
"Don't make me say it again."
His forceful tone broke her; Min-ju relented.
"Mmmph!"
As tongues met, Won-jun's hand slid down.
Her training pants made pussy access easy.
'Ah, too good.'
Won-jun rubbed her clit furiously. Her leg shakes in those comfy pants were adorable.
He'd thought dressed-up Min-ju submitting was best, but this worked too.
"Hoo."
Savoring his first kiss's bliss, Won-jun pulled back.
He could've kissed in murim, but never did—kissing without fucking seemed pathetic.
"Won-jun, please."
Force-kissed and supine, Min-ju pleaded with doe eyes.
But it only made her cuter, so he patted her head.
"Min-ju, from now on, full makeup when you come see me. Prettiest clothes, perfume like usual. Got it?"
"Sorry, my bad, so..."
"Go wash up."
"..."
Her pleas fell flat.
Like her boyfriend, Won-jun just told her to hurry and shower.